[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

I don't know how I nod my head.

Until the boy tentatively took my hand and continued to move forward, my brain was still blank.

This is not the first physical contact between me and Hong, but this time it is completely different from the previous physical contact. I seem to be able to hear my heartbeat increasing little by little, filling the entire eardrum.

Probably because my thinking was too confused, I even forgot to go to the office for training.When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting at the desk in the bedroom.

It's not that I'm slack, it's the reason why Hong insisted on sending me home.I shrugged off responsibility a little in my heart.

I frantically opened LINE to tell Dad Cheap that I would be late to the office, but found that the historical news was stuck at 10 minutes ago.The sender was Daddy Cheap. He said that the office had a big commission today, and basically all the staff were dispatched and there was no time to fight against me. He asked me to go home directly.

Slightly relieved.

I was about to turn off my phone to find something to eat, when another message popped up in the chat window.

The top bar is scorched and frozen.

"I have already got home."

There was an emoji at the back of the message, kind of cute.

I thought about it, and simply sent a message out: "Well, don't go out alone at night, it's not safe."

He replied with a "yes" and there was no further text.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the case between Hong and me.After all, they are not the talkative type, and they don't talk too much around the corner. Basically, they just chat a few words and there is no topic.

But it's not good to forcefully find a topic, what if he has something to do?

I grabbed my phone and headed to the kitchen.My mother went on a trip, and the family didn't have much business at noon.When I walked to the kitchen, the nanny who was standing nearby asked me what I would like to have for dinner. I thought about it, and in the end I just asked her for two rice balls.

I have to say that Todoro's actions after school were quite impactful. This was probably the first time in a week that I didn't think about my biological parents and Naoya after I calmed down.

I held the rice ball in one hand and the phone in the other, and the message on LINE was still stuck at the word "good", but the class B chatted happily.

The monitor, Kento, seemed to be explaining to the students about the sleepover in the forest. I looked up at the calendar, and then remembered that the departure date would be two days away.

"However, Monoma and Yuuki didn't pass the exam, and it might be very hard to sleep together in the forest," Kento suddenly changed the subject, and brought up the topic I didn't want to face, "Do you two have any ideas?"

Wujian didn't say a word, he didn't know if he wasn't there or he didn't dare to answer.

I typed a sentence in the chat box casually: "Isn't there a tutoring course, just follow the tutoring."

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about whether you two have any difficulties. It just so happens that everyone is there. If you have any difficulties, just bring them up."

Monoma, who was silent at first, suddenly said: "Yes, I don't want to study with Yuki."

The class fell into an eerie silence for an instant.

I twitched the corner of my mouth, and quickly moved my fingers to reply, "...not only do I not want to study with you, but I even want to twist your head off and kick it as a ball."

"Look, my life will be in danger with this violent tutor!"

"If you want to die, just say it, and I will fulfill you tomorrow!"

Wujian seemed to say something in the class again, but I didn't bother to read it, so I just cut out the chat window.

Fighting with Monoma on LINE has almost become a daily routine for Class B. From the horse-riding battle at the sports festival to the final exam, there is a big rift between him and me.However, they are still reasonable with each other, and basically they just talk about it in the class, and they don't really do anything in school.

Anyway, he is still a classmate now, and I don't bother to conflict with him if it's not a matter of principle.

Boom still didn't send me a message, probably really busy.I lost my mobile phone and flipped through my homework while eating rice balls.

In fact, the amount of summer homework for the hero department was much less than I expected.Probably in order to cooperate with the camp in the forest, the real time required to finish the summer homework is only about three days.

The phone screen suddenly lit up again. A small reminder appeared in the message window of LINE, and the person who wrote the letter froze.

I hastily put down my homework and opened the chat interface.

The message is short, "Dinner is soba noodles." The accompanying picture is a photo of soba noodles that is not clear.

I wanted to follow his example and take a picture of my dinner, but suddenly found that I had eaten half of the two rice balls brought back to the room, so I could only reluctantly take a photo of the rice ball's corpse with my dinner.

There was an emoji back, and then there was no news.

I chewed on the rice ball and put down my phone again to start working on my summer homework.

Today's homework is finished, and it's past nine o'clock in the evening.I stuffed my homework into my schoolbag and sat blankly at my desk, suddenly not knowing what else I could do.

It seems a little too early for bed now.

I haven't slept very well recently.In order to prevent myself from having frequent nightmares, I will deliberately shorten my sleep time. Anyway, it is not a normal class now, and the physical exertion during the day is not as great as usual. It is not a problem to sleep a few hours less.

The topic of the class group has become a recent popular mobile game, Tie Zhe and Circus yelled to add the whole class as friends.I don't play games very much, so I don't participate in the topic.

Like a ghost, I sent a message to Hong.

"Do you play mobile games?"

The boy replied almost instantly: "I haven't played it, are you playing?"

"I haven't played it either. It seems fun to watch the discussion among the class."

"Do you want to try?"

"No way," I thought for a moment, "I'm usually pretty busy, and my dad doesn't like these things very much." Cheap Daddy doesn't like game comics and things like that.When I was in middle school in my country, I bought a very popular shoujo manga at the time, but he threw it away before I finished reading it. He said I don't need these.

I haven't touched this kind of entertainment much since then.

There was a "hmm" back.

I fiddled with the few emoticons in my phone, trying to pick a suitable one and send it to him.However, after thinking about it left and right, it seems that none of them are suitable, so I can only turn to the expression management and download new expression packs frantically.

By the time I finished downloading all the popular emoticons and switched back to the chat window, several minutes had passed since the new message was sent out.

"It's late, don't you take a rest?"

I hesitated for a few seconds, and wanted to tell him that I was having a nightmare recently, but I turned around and thought it would be useless to tell him this kind of thing, so I finally typed "I'm ready to rest, you should go to bed early too".

He replied "Yes", and then added "Good night".

I also said "good night" in the past.

This time there was no news on LINE at all. There was no reminder for the class B, and they probably all rested.

I simply turned off my phone and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Sleeping late for many days in a row had some impact on the body. Not long after lying down, the eyelids gradually became heavy as if coated with glue, and then stuck together, making it impossible to open them.

The noon sun is projected into the living room from the window, and the overlapping corpses of the biological parents are slowly decomposing and deteriorating in the sun.

A man who couldn't see his face walked in from the door, he touched my head, and then asked me a question that I haven't figured out until now.

—Do you hate this world?

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